How ironic is it that at the end of a week of nature camp, where he did things like this...

...and this...

...Daniel ended up in the Emergency Room on Friday afternoon after slipping getting out of the tub from washing off the camp grime.

I wasn't prepared for him to step out because he'd had a fit about taking yet another shower (5 days in a row!) and was only pacified with the promise of some time in a bubble bath. However, his gnat-like attention span apparently led him to forget both the fit and the promise, so while I was turned to close the tub drain and grab the bubble soap, he started to climb out, putting his foot on the edge of the tub, slipping end banging his head on the toilet.

It all happened so fast! He was just sort of laying horizontally across the tub and toilet screaming from the shock and pain. I set him back in the tub, saw the cut and turned to get a washcloth. By the time I turned back, he was screaming harder as the full extent of head-wound blood came gushing down into his eye.

If you have to have a bloody head wound, being naked in the tub with the water still running is a very good place to do it. I got the blood washed away and then applied pressure with the washcloth. This gave us a moment to gather our wits and figure out how we were going to get from naked and wet in the tub to dressed and in the car for a trip to the ER.

He was pretty good about keeping the cloth pressed to the wound, so I was able to towel him off and get some clothes on him. But when he figured out we were going to the hospital the screaming began anew: "I DON'T WANT TO GET STITCHES!!!" Mind you he's never had them, but apparently just the thought was enough to conjure true fear. I made up some lameness about the doctors having other options we didn't have a home like "eye band-aids" and we got out the door.

I had the presence of mind to grab the iPad and a few snacks, so we were prepared in case of a long wait. While we were there a friend texted me inviting us to join them at the Children's Museum. When I texted back with our drama, she offered to come get Edward and take him to the museum, which he eagerly accepted.

In the end, no stitches were required thanks to the miracle of Dermabond. Two hours and a little medical superglue and we were on our way out the door. We met up with our friends at the museum and within minutes, Daniel was scampering and climbing around like nothing had happened.

We had planned a quick weekend trip to the indoor waterpark in Dubuque, but had to switch to just a day trip and save the water slides for another time as he's not supposed to submerge until the glue falls off in a week or so.

He's a little self-conscious about "looking weird" and is now pretty tired of telling the tale of how it happened. Actually, he tired of it after multiple ER retellings--admitting nurse, room nurse, resident, attending. Here's hoping the glue works fast and he's on the road to a barely noticeable scar in no time.